With the cannon fodder script in hand, it is easy for the king to change his fate

“My current identity is Deborah,” Deborah said, clearly unwilling to accept the identity of Shi Yang anymore, and having no interest in telling these people what her name was.

“The system has already unbound me, and I can’t leave on my own,” Deborah added. “I paid a considerable price to get revenge on you.”

Wen Song laughed and said, "I can tell you're a little resentful."

"If we had followed my wishes back then, we might have been an enviable couple, sharing the fruits of victory with each other. Wouldn't that have been wonderful?"

“You’re willing to kill me for the divination results of the Xuan Master, and I’m willing to give you up to go back. Isn’t the answer already clear? This world is very unfamiliar to me,” Deborah said.

Wen Song said, "Then what about now? You can't go back."

“Yes, I can’t go back, but I went back once before. This time, leaving isn’t sudden. Everything was prepared, so there aren’t many regrets. I’m the kind of person who holds grudges and is very meticulous, so I’d rather stay here and tear off your mask,” Deborah said resolutely.

Wen Song sighed, "I haven't forgotten the past, Shi Yang, I truly loved you."

"What's the point of saying all this now?" Deborah remained unmoved, glancing at Lin Xixi. "Besides, we stopped liking it a long time ago."

Wen Song smiled. Yes, he had disliked her for a long time. "I suddenly wondered what would have happened if I hadn't killed you and had let you go. Would you have gone mad like the male protagonist in a novel, driven mad by unrequited love, and caused the world to collapse? It would have just fulfilled Xuan's divination that your departure would bring me disaster."

"But I don't seem like a person who's loyal in relationships, so I probably won't go crazy."

"You came to save me, how did things end up like this?" Wen Song said with a slight sigh.

Deborah coldly replied, "Our philosophies are different."

Soon, the police arrived. The situation was unusual; members of a special task force also arrived.

The live stream was abruptly interrupted, but none of the people in the castle felt sleepy; they all cooperated with the investigation.

Deborah said to the police officer, "Once I recover, I can revisit the scene from back then."

Wen Song instructed Chen Wan'an to arrange everything in the castle before getting into the police car.

As for the Wen Group, he had already made all the necessary arrangements while waiting. Besides, the local authorities wouldn't allow the Wen Group to make any major mistakes so easily, otherwise countless people would lose their jobs.

After everything quieted down, Chen Wan'an was still somewhat dazed.

Even so, he still perfectly fulfilled his duties as a butler, carrying out the tasks assigned by Wen Song.

The internet erupted in a heated debate, with more and more people joining the discussion.

Some people find this incident bizarre and interesting, and are eagerly following the story.

Some people, however, cannot accept this scam and are criticizing Wen Song.

At daybreak, Azhen received a transfer of 500,000 yuan into her bank account.

Chen Wan'an's voice came over the loudspeaker, announcing that the live broadcast had ended and that arrangements would be made for their return journey. He asked them to inform him in advance if their plans changed.

No one expected that the grand live broadcast of Wen's metaphysical arts would end in this way.

Everyone turned to look at Wen's Castle, and felt that they could see a sense of desolation and decay in it.

Familiar faces were saying goodbye, and Azhen's phone had gained many new friends. They'd only met briefly, merely occupying friend slots, and when they asked to add each other's contact information, she didn't refuse.

"Deborah, are you going back to your current country?" Luo Yun asked. Deborah shook her head: "No, I'm still an Easterner at heart. I'm not used to the water and food there, so I'll stay here. Maybe I'll become a blogger like you guys, just to make a living. After all, I can't go back to where I was, so I'll just live well here. This place isn't as unfamiliar as it was when I first came here many years ago."

"Let's keep in touch." Luo Yun waved his hand. "If we live close by, we can meet up for meals or something often."

Deborah smiled and nodded: "Okay."

Azhen was surrounded by many people, each of whom was polite and courteous, saying goodbye to her one by one, trying to be remembered by her.

A-Zhu responded with a calm smile, showing no impatience.

It was the same flight again, but this time Lin Xixi wasn't as talkative as before. She seemed lost and confused, as if she was still immersed in what had happened before.

Fu Yingshu had long lost his initial contempt and arrogance, and dared not look at the jade pendant around Azhen's neck any longer.

He never imagined that Feng Zhen would be such a formidable person. He wondered which school or sect the other party belonged to, and he would definitely ask his father when he got back if he knew someone like Feng Zhen.

However, Azhen now had a companion by her side, namely Zhou Shan.

The other party said he wanted to follow her and could be assigned any chores or rough work, since he was a thick-skinned person and could be asked to do whatever he wanted.

If she thinks highly of him, she'll accept him as a follower; if she doesn't think he's suitable, then so be it.

Azhen knew Zhou Shan's purpose, but she was not disgusted. On the contrary, she thought it was quite courageous for him to be willing to risk his reputation to become a follower.

They were indeed somewhat destined for each other; otherwise, Zhou Shan wouldn't have noticed her unusual behavior from the very beginning.

During our conversation, I learned that Zhou Shan also had a granddaughter who was studying in a county under the jurisdiction of Dan City.

Actually, this granddaughter wasn't his biological daughter. After all, he had been involved in the world of metaphysics for many years and had never thought about getting married.

His granddaughter, Zhou Ling, was a girl from his village. Her whole family died in an accident. She didn't want to go to an orphanage or leave her hometown. No one else in the village cared about her, and frankly, they were a little superstitious about the situation where her whole family had died and she was the only survivor.

When Zhou Shan found out, he felt sorry for her and would take care of her from time to time.

After a while, Zhou Shan simply started treating Zhou Ling as his granddaughter, since he would never get married again in his life anyway.

Zhou Ling is sensible and obedient, and easy to raise, so there's not much to worry about.

Zhou Ling is now in junior high school in the county town. Zhou Shan will call her from time to time to ask about her, and will also go to visit her when he remembers.

A-Zhu's decision to take Zhou Shan as a follower was not a spur-of-the-moment thing.

Now that she's taken over the funeral home, she's definitely going to keep it running. Business is booming, and she can't possibly turn it down; quite a few people are looking for her.

Zhou Shan is quite perceptive; he just lacked the right opportunity before.

Taking them back to help with odd jobs is actually quite good.

All the other party wanted was to learn some mystical arts. She had originally wanted to study the skills of the Feng family ancestors and find a successor to pass them on. Wasn't Zhou Shan perfect? ​​He also had a granddaughter. If Zhou Ling also had talent, that would be even better.

There's a ready-made successor; why not take him on?

She had originally intended to use the previous incident as an excuse to withhold the payment letter, but too many things had happened in between, so she temporarily abandoned this idea. (End of Chapter)